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letra de space jam (prod. lethalneedle) - liit (long island iced tyler)

[verse 1]
i’m from the north, but now i’m in the south
and i’m sittin’ on a couch spitting words from brain to mouth
transform a smile from a pout, i rap for fun and not the clout
bars flowing out a spout, something’s fishy like a trout but

its a song time, i’ve been rhyming in my composition
for a long time, been a nice guy, so i got no opposition
it’s the wrong time to keep acting life’s a competition
life’s a b-tch, it’s time to get the b-tch into submission
i can’t believe i was a resident, i’m mentally ill now it’s evident
i might be a king who’s unfit to be president
i’m sentient trynna find a sentiment
in my past i did some drugs.. but not heroin

i try to express myself in music and art
i always wanted to do sh-t but i could never start
i needеd some help so i drove rеally far
i’m thankful to god for my life and my car

i used to smoke weed just to fit in
i tried to be cool, i admit it
that sh-t doesn’t matter just dismiss it
but i rolled up a joint and i kissed it

i lit up a joint and i faced it
i hid my true feelings, i misplaced them
i thought it was fun and fulfilling but
a meaning to life, it was missing

i used to get stoned like emma
some rough times when you buy a dime for a tenner
i rather buy a zip for a hundred forty
that’s as fast as my car go cuz it’s not sporty

id still love to go dark mode and black it out
i back it in when i park, no asses out
but it doesn’t matter, i got a passenger seat for a shorty
back to finding my roots acting dorky
i love myself for being different, no conforming
i love fish, chicken and beef, but not porky
i’m a night owl, snoozing on the zs, no snoring
used to think i’m boring, so my friends id ignore em

some of em it’s too late to restore it
some of em i’m glad that they’re dead to me
some had me drinking like it’s hennesey
actually, i preferred the vodka

i didn’t drink a lotta but i did smoke pounds
twist till it’s ground, roll it up and face it like a clown
sometimes we would mix it with the brown
pass around the loud before we hit the town

now im working on that cheddar cheese
now it’s nicotine i fiend as a better me
no longer my enemy longing for some ketamine
you could smoke instead of me, pop that percc it’s 10×3

now i kinda miss my time in recovery
a place i ditched the old me, create another me
another mii on a wii, playstation, xbox
onto the next spot, but i don’t want the next thot

i want me a goodie, sharing hoodies, baking really tasty cookies
find a bookie, place a bet, that that kind of life’s the best
no more wondering who’s next, no more ghosting over text
no more looking for just s-x, no more constantly perplexed
i tend to write my rhymes with no flow or connection
stop wasting time that’s my biggest reflection
stop chasing women, finally i learned my lesson
it can be hard to admit but it’s my confession

i wanted to get better so i did the work
i used to listen from the back and just lurk
but that fact is change requires practice
and for now it’s a rap one day i’ll have a tracklist

- liit long island iced tyler

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